Mallorca: a fiasco of a (70.3) race on a personal level, but a lovely week-end nonetheless with great friends on an island ever so majestic. Biking legs were totally missing, and I knew it as soon as I got on the bike…the same course where I had a ball last year and was dancing up the col turned into a march of hell this year – 12min slower ! At least I could run almost normally, achilles was ok, 1h18′ on the 1/2 marathon is just about decent.
Lanzarote: what was originally my first "A" race of the year had now a slightly different connotation…as well as being very keen on discovering the island, I went there in search of some confidence on the bike. The lovely Fay Dellimore offered a room to share and off I went.
1st surprise: I lost 5 teeth off my big ring during transportation (!). I thought i’d done them all, but obviously i’d never thought about that one. Luckily the local bike shop in La Santa village was still open at 8:30pm and sorted me out with a new ring.
2nd surprise: Lanza is infamous for its windy conditions, but I never expected it to be that bad…all the uphills are in a monster head wind that turns a course otherwise not so hard into a mental beast to tame. On race day the conditions were apparently the worse in the history of the race…